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beaffrayed1. heckling
[ The voice that echoes in your ear may or may not be familiar to you. It may or may not sound much like your own. ]
Off on another ill-advised journey, are we?
2. surprise! (dubious brain ghost edition)
[ A moment of boredom, inattention, injury, restless sleep...and the spectre on the edge of your thoughts is there. They perch on the nearest piece of furniture for what's probably show; the way they rest against it, they could fall right through without a single disturbance. ]
You? Idle? That's a surprise. I would have thought you'd be busy, as usual.
3. surprise! (yes, YES, THE TIGER IS OUT edition)
[ Perhaps you're simply passing time. Perhaps you're on another adventure. You could be doing one of half a dozen other things.
But one thing you know for certain is that Fray definitely should not be looking over your shoulder, or lounging at the bar, or sitting and reading, or simply Doing Anything in your vicinity away from you, manifested - made more than manifest, their existence has weight. Solid and real.
Should not - could not. But here they are anyway, in all their dubious glory. ]
3a. surprise! variant (for people who do not have fray attached to their brain)
[ It's strange to be separate, after so long...subsumed isn't the right word. They have plenty of space. But the tie that binds their existence to the person who had once picked up a job stone from a corpse, listened to his drifting words, is looser than usual.
So Fray wanders, enjoying the novelty. The touch of the wind, the sun. Hard to feel, but not impossible, if they try.
It's not so bad to have a day like this, every once in a while. Maybe they can drop in on all those friends their gracious host has, wouldn't that be funny...
Death, manifestation, all that they've been through, it's not made them any less curious. If there's a vice they share with the Warrior of Light, it's being a busybody. So they can show up simply...anywhere, far more silent than someone in full armor with a claymore has any right to be. To watch? To intervene? Simply to snoop? Fray can do all of that, it sure is fun having a physical separate form! ]
4. idk anything else i'm not your mom/dad/parent
[ This is kinda set up to be wol/xiv centric but seriously you can throw whoever the fuck at them, i'll roll with it ]
[ The voice that echoes in your ear may or may not be familiar to you. It may or may not sound much like your own. ]
Off on another ill-advised journey, are we?
2. surprise! (dubious brain ghost edition)
[ A moment of boredom, inattention, injury, restless sleep...and the spectre on the edge of your thoughts is there. They perch on the nearest piece of furniture for what's probably show; the way they rest against it, they could fall right through without a single disturbance. ]
You? Idle? That's a surprise. I would have thought you'd be busy, as usual.
3. surprise! (yes, YES, THE TIGER IS OUT edition)
[ Perhaps you're simply passing time. Perhaps you're on another adventure. You could be doing one of half a dozen other things.
But one thing you know for certain is that Fray definitely should not be looking over your shoulder, or lounging at the bar, or sitting and reading, or simply Doing Anything in your vicinity away from you, manifested - made more than manifest, their existence has weight. Solid and real.
Should not - could not. But here they are anyway, in all their dubious glory. ]
3a. surprise! variant (for people who do not have fray attached to their brain)
[ It's strange to be separate, after so long...subsumed isn't the right word. They have plenty of space. But the tie that binds their existence to the person who had once picked up a job stone from a corpse, listened to his drifting words, is looser than usual.
So Fray wanders, enjoying the novelty. The touch of the wind, the sun. Hard to feel, but not impossible, if they try.
It's not so bad to have a day like this, every once in a while. Maybe they can drop in on all those friends their gracious host has, wouldn't that be funny...
Death, manifestation, all that they've been through, it's not made them any less curious. If there's a vice they share with the Warrior of Light, it's being a busybody. So they can show up simply...anywhere, far more silent than someone in full armor with a claymore has any right to be. To watch? To intervene? Simply to snoop? Fray can do all of that, it sure is fun having a physical separate form! ]
4. idk anything else i'm not your mom/dad/parent
[ This is kinda set up to be wol/xiv centric but seriously you can throw whoever the fuck at them, i'll roll with it ]
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Date: 2025-07-26 05:38 am (UTC)They hadn't exactly been his words, but they were true ones all the same. He was bound to the same soul, was part of it.
(When Ahrun'ya had been thrust out of his own body, shackled into another, they'd been together in that too.) ]
Not as if there's much else to be done, is there? I hate to think of how you'd be doing without me.
[ Honestly, what am I to do with you? ]
...Are you really going to just put those in as is? What if you need to pack something else at the last moment and it doesn't fit? You'd be doing twice the work.
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Date: 2025-07-26 05:58 am (UTC)You worry too much.
[understatement of the year. but at least ahrun'ya's pack is in better shape now]
There, satisfied? I've got room for souvenirs now.
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Date: 2025-07-26 07:12 am (UTC)Good enough. Mayhap you'll find some more mammets to add to your collection, so you don't miss your old ones. [ For all Fray knows (about as much as Ahrun'ya does) there could be a wealth of them in Tural. ]
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Date: 2025-07-26 07:29 pm (UTC)Oh, I'm sure I will. Alisaie says I have too many already. But...
[he rolls onto his side, as though fray was next to him and he could speak directly to his face]
I never got to have many things that were "mine", as a kid. Didn't have the space for it, traveling around as we did. So being able to collect things--even things that are utterly useless--feels like something special.
[ahrun'ya loves his large family of nomadic miqo'te, loves them all dearly--but there are some things he wished he had as a child, and personal belongings were very few among the clan]
... maybe that's part of why I picked up your job stone. Maybe I just wanted something that was... "mine", in some way, you know? 'Course, there was plenty else that came out of that...
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Date: 2025-07-27 10:00 am (UTC)But then, he wasn't always here, was he? He listens to that scrap of personal history, something that came long before him.
He snorts at that comment. Alisaie says- ]
She'd say that. [ He says nothing more, until there's space to reply. ]
Aye, plenty's a word for it. [ His chuckle is sardonic. Plenty of trouble, certainly. ] But we've come to an accord, haven't we. Regardless of what's come before, you've chosen to make me yours, or I've made you mine, or...However you want to think of it.
[ Hold the crystal close that we may enjoy these moments together. Or put it away and pretend I was never a part of it. That I was never really here.
Time and time again in these moments, it's clear what the Miqo'te has chosen.]
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Date: 2025-07-27 09:52 pm (UTC)inventorypocket where he keeps his job stones, and takes out the familiar dark knight crystal, and holds it in his hand]Mine or yours, yours or mine... let's be both. Like a proper partnership.
[is he asking for something from fray in particular? it's hard to say. maybe he's just asking for confirmation of what they both know, that they're inextricably linked to one another and won't ever truly separate. he won't give himself over wholly to fray--and neither will he consume him, try to shove him down into the abyss like he once did.]
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Date: 2025-07-29 12:49 am (UTC)Careful, now. [ It's hard not to remember those precarious early days, after all. That push and pull as both of them struggled above the abyss.
There's a long pause. ]
...I wouldn't say no to it. 'Partner' isn't so bad a title for what we are.
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Date: 2025-07-29 01:25 am (UTC)[he's just holding the stone in his hand, running his thumb over the ridges]
Partners, then. I like that.